Oh god, oh god, he was going to die. Jason was going to die a terrible, painful death. Again.
It wasn't fair, totally and brutally unfair. He got a second chance, and he was final-
"Jay? You're doing okay? You've been in there for awhile…" Dick's worried voice came from behind the door.
Okay, so maybe he was not dying as much as kneeling on the floor on Dick's bathroom, throwing up every breakfast, lunch and dinner of the last week, but it was close enough.
"Fuck you," was his only reply as he flushed down the water, throat sore and raw. Jason brushed his teeth harshly (he hates that vile taste of puke in his mouth, but then again, so did every sane person) before leaving the room. Dick was still standing there, concern written all over his face. Jason walked past him towards the couch.
"Are you okay? Do you need anything? It's my fault isn't it?" the last sentence made him look back at the other man.
"How can it be your fault?"
"It's the breakfast I made you, wasn't it?" Jason was staying with Dick for a week now, and after complaining about the tasteless cereal Dick fed him, his brother promised to cook him a real breakfast. The spark in Dick's eyes as he started going around the kitchen made Jason bite back any insult about Dick's (lack of) culinary skills.
And now Dick was blaming himself for Jason's upset stomache, and Jason is as bad as Dick at keeping a straight face and he knows the guilt is all over his face. He lets out a breath as he considers his options.
"Jay?" so yeah, he didn't exactly eat Dick's cooking as much as he threw the content of his plate out of the window as soon as Dick turned his back to him. And maybe telling him the truth will save the world from Richard Grayson's poison food for good, but Jason was such a sucker for his pout and puppy eyes and he just couldn't.
"It's really okay Dick, I'm sure it's not your fault"
"Yeah? Well, is there anything I can do to help?"
"You could kiss it better," the words are out of his mouth before any brain-to-mouth filter kicked in, and the look of pure shock on Dick's face-"It's a joke, Dick," he said with a wince.
Yeah, that didn't sound lame at all.
Dick's expression changed in a second, eyes darkening, "I don't think so."
"I- what?" Dick was approaching the couch Jason was sitted on, stopping to stare down at the younger man.
"I think it's about time you stopped hiding behind jokes, Jaybird," he said before grabbing the front of Jason's hoodie to pull him up, and suddenly-
Yeah, Dick is kissing him. Dick is kissing Jason. Jason is kissing back and this is probably the first time Jason was glad about his brain sending orders without double-checking them, because this- Dick's tongue hot and wet in his mouth…
Yeah. Pretty awesome.
"So," Dick pulls back first and smirks at Jason, "better?"
It takes him a moment to catch his breath and activate any brain functionality before smirking back at his brother, "I don't know, I feel really bad, I don't think one is enough."
